Wafer & Crumb

Where does your heart break? and, wherever you left it, is it easy to find? A thousand semicolons can't transpose the fates. "Where is your story going?" and have we, whenever worrisome, laid the breadcrumbs out along the shoulders of our most indiscriminate robes?

These new antics share attics with the blood vessels I'd burst in these palms to climb the late night cross and reach for you. But here is the holy trinity of the point: if ever you've come by and walk on to my doorstep I will welcome you; should ever you take my teachings and wipe them across your brow, I will infect you; and in the consciousness of this state you may honestly say you're forgotten, asking yourself, "do you know what the Forgotten sound like?" and, "whenever, wherever" you'll say "have you gone?"